Maxioms by Robert Browning
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
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One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to flight better,
Sleep to wake.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
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Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
And do the best to climb, and get to him.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
